Spectator Sport

Marlows was lovely, although we were only 11, so no one needed to be murdered.

This morning Duke played find the stone, while the two cormorants watched from the rocks.

They must have thought Duke a right idiot, as he never managed to find the stone amongst all the others on the beach. But it kept him amused for ages.

I think I shall pop down to Duquesa port and meet a couple of friends in a bar to watch the All Blacks beat England.

And then later, Jacqui and I are whizzing up the coast to Puerto Banus to see Bohemian Rhapsody.

That should be good.

P.S. It's two years today since Buster went. We still miss him, although Dukie has turned out to be a very fine addition to the family.